Each week I’d wake up and it seemed my penis was another ½ inch longer and was sprouting thick, dark, curls of hair, which were forming into, like,...peach-fuzz afro around my balls and groin.So anyways, Fall Season picked up at the High-School and I did my best to just gangle around in the School in my newfound tall, lankiness, and my deep voice cracked every time I tried to speak. There was no hiding it.I’d clearly sprouted over Summer Break and was turning into a Man, and it showed.The hardest. “Oh, God….”Matching our rhythms once again, I felt her respond, her eyes ablaze with lust.“That’s it… good girl…”Looking down, I moved against her, those beautiful features stuck in an expression of incredulity.Throwing her arms up, she opened her thighs wide, “Take me… take me and make me yours.”-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-I greeted Saturday through bleary eyes. Blinking in the watery light, this was the day after the night before. I crashed out in worse places than this; the sofa was deep and. James was panting and Moriah slid her hands behind him and pulled his body ever closer to hers, so that he was now completely inside of her. Sweat and blood poured from both of them now and they both were reaching a climax. James bit her neck and scratched down her back again with his free hand. He whispered in her ear, a whisper that gradually grew to a scream of intense pleasure, “Moriah, you are my little cockslave, and mine alone. Let me ravage you, desecrate your being, your entirety…You. But, just because my mouth was shut, didn't mean my legs weren't when mum and dad finally went to sleep. I have been sneaking into Oliver's room at night every night for a week. We've been trying to keep quiet, but sometimes we get pretty loud. But, everytime we do get loud, no one says anything. So I doubt they heard us. That is, until tonight. . . I started my nightly routine; brushing my hair, making sure I had the right lingerie on for Oliver. He liked it when I wore a thong, so I was.